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‘
In
that
case
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
shall
have
great
pleasure
in
coming
.
’
‘
But
I
waste
your
time
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
grave
man
,
as
if
suddenly
recollecting
himself
.
‘
I
know
its
value
,
sir
.
I
will
not
detain
you
.
I
may
tell
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
,
then
,
that
she
may
confidently
expect
you
and
your
distinguished
friends
?
Good
-
morning
,
Sir
,
I
am
proud
to
have
beheld
so
eminent
a
personage
—
not
a
step
sir
;
not
a
word
.
’
And
without
giving
Mr
.
Pickwick
time
to
offer
remonstrance
or
denial
,
Mr
.
Leo
Hunter
stalked
gravely
away
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
took
up
his
hat
,
and
repaired
to
the
Peacock
,
but
Mr
.
Winkle
had
conveyed
the
intelligence
of
the
fancy
-
ball
there
,
before
him
.
‘
Mrs
.
Pott
’
s
going
,
’
were
the
first
words
with
which
he
saluted
his
leader
.
‘
Is
she
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
As
Apollo
,
’
replied
Winkle
.
‘
Only
Pott
objects
to
the
tunic
.
’
‘
He
is
right
.
He
is
quite
right
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
emphatically
.
‘
Yes
;
so
she
’
s
going
to
wear
a
white
satin
gown
with
gold
spangles
.
’
‘
They
’
ll
hardly
know
what
she
’
s
meant
for
;
will
they
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
‘
Of
course
they
will
,
’
replied
Mr
.
